Those RVs, the parking lot for our car, the garage below are near to the height of the shed lower down. We couldn't park near our campsite. Of course, as 'old people' traveling with a tent, we had a lot of stuff to unload. I was tired, of course, and not much help. And, of course, my protector sweet-talked the camp host into letting us drive the car across the grass just for ten minutes so we could unload. Two guys sharing a tent a bit away from ours sat on their picnic table and openly gawked at how much stuff we pulled out of our car. I told them I charged a buck for admission to the show. Well, I guess it does look like a pile when you pull out two blue clothes tubs, one for dishes, three 'green' bags, a tent, two sleeping bags, pump up two air mattresses, a water jug, a stove, a port-a-potti, reading material, a cooler, and who knows what all else. |
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